newbornvisions | The Paradox Sex (Why Museums Will Never Empty)

So close to either side

And that's so special

You're so special in between worlds, a place where not everyone can go. Don't you feel unique and precious? You're a ruby in a creek...

Don't make me feel selfish for wishing I could be a stone. Each polished, hand washed rock in the river bed is beautiful in it's own way. They're unique, you're just a freak. To be either or is to be nothing at all, and to be nothing is a rather rotten something in itself. The zebra with rainbow stripes will be found out first, no matter how much you pretend to envy it. To stand out is to be a target. If you want it so bad paint big red rings on your own stomach, welcome the arrow to your nest in your own gut. Do not place that responsibility on me.

Someday I may learn to love it but it will never be for you. But for me and us. The paradox sex. The curse of conventionality is that to know what it is we must also know what it is not. If rules are meant to be broken then what is jail for

I'm just not surprised that the most influential and boundary breaking people wind up taking the easy, isolated way out. It's so personal to have no where else to go. Your heart can only stop beating within your chest.

Lest somebody rip it out before you get the chance